Playing With "F**k Trump" Folks on Twitter

I had to laugh! This morning I awoke to the DailyMail headline of "Fuck Trump." It reminded me of a little fun I had on the Monday before Election Day.

{insert harp flashback music here}

The game is called "Pissing With Libtards" and you play it on Twitter. This kind of fun probably falls under Larry The Cable Guy's prayer, “That ain't right. Lord, I apologize...and be with the starving pygmies in New Guinea. Amen.” But it sure is fun! And easy, boy, is it ever easy!

All you do is type “fuck trump” in the Twitter search box. A list of all the tweets that say “fuck trump” pops up and you're in business.

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: “Your eloquence blinds me.”

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Daniel Webster walks amongst us again.

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Did you think that up all by yourself!?

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: And they said all great orators were dead.

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Shakespeare couldn't have said it better.

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At some point, the libtards begin to sense a hostile vibration in The Force. They ask who you are and you simply respond, “A patriot who loves this country.”

This is usually met with a high-falutin' wave of the hand. “You may go,” they all say. It's like there's a script!

And then it struck me. Perhaps I wasn't pissing with them. Maybe they were Soros-funded trolls paid to piss with me?

In any case, not one of 'em had a damn good reason for wanting to “fuck trump.” I know because I asked. In response they insulted my looks and suggested I do unspeakable things to a canine.

They even insulted Delly, my bichon frise!

Now that's where I draw the line, Ladies and Gentlemen. You may insult me, but woe unto you if you insult my Delly. You can roll a bichon frise in mud, paper her with dead leaves and stick a porcupine quill or two in her nose and she'll still be adorable.

Plus, Delly has her own blog. And if you think I'm vitriolic, she's got her own furry brand of piss-and-vinegar. (I don't mind the piss as long as she does it outside and not on my carpet!)

And still the “fuck trump” thing just kept going. So did I. “...and be with the starving pygmies in New Guinea, amen.”

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Melania might get jealous.

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: So, you'd romp-in-the-hay with a “misogynist”?

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Yeah, he gets that a lot.

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Go to the end of the queue…and bring your own K-Y!

Tweet: fuck trump

My Reply: Tut, tut. Wait your turn.

Tweet: fuck trump

Me (to my dog): Hey, Delly! Please bark. I'm dying for some intelligent conversation.

She licked her nose, put her hind feet in the air and obligingly scooted three feet.

I guess that is the only way to get rid of libtard bullshit.